Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

The Skin-Transforming Ghost King raised his hand and silently gave Leng Quanyi a cross. This was not acceptable. He quickly locked onto Yu Zhao.

He is wearing a mask, so his features can't be seen clearly. If you look at the lower half of his face, it's passable.

He squatted hesitantly for a while, but this didn't work either. She had a strange aura, neither human, demon nor monster, not to mention that she also had the scent of a fox demon.

I guess he should be the partner chosen by the nine-tailed fox clan. Those vixens are too difficult to deal with and they will probably chase him to the ends of the earth.

So……

The Skin-Transforming Ghost King had only one option. He frowned and continued to be picky. This is a cripple!

The disgust was palpable.

The sword cultivator was the one that suited his taste the most, but unfortunately he was too fierce. If they really fought, he might not lose, but he would definitely suffer a great loss.

Yu Zhao, who was standing under the tree, always felt like he was being watched, so he quickly released his spiritual sense to explore the area, but unfortunately there was nothing around.

She raised her eyes and glanced around, then raised her knife and chopped at the branches diagonally above her. The spiritual power that emanated from her smashed the wood chips into powder.

The sudden attack made the other two look at her hurriedly. Leng Quanyi was calm and kept observing the movements around her, but she found nothing.

Yu Zhao flashed and stood on the top of the tree, with the blade in his hand slightly raised, and a wisp of black smoke could be clearly seen.

It was cut, but the thing got away.

Just one.

The one who acted alone was most likely the Skin-Transforming Ghost King. The original novel described him as possessing a female cultivator at that time.

Yu Zhao looked away, her eyes unexpectedly meeting Shen Yuzhuo, who was walking towards her. He was holding a sword, his handsome face cold, and he just looked her up and down, as if to determine whether the person in front of him was possessed.

The black line stops here, and it is hard not to think too much.

Yu Zhao didn't have much in common with him, so she jumped down from the branch lightly. It seemed that someone was tracking that thing, so she didn't need to worry about it. She just needed to eat and sleep.

After taking only two steps, a large lump of raw glutinous rice was scattered on the girl's shoulders.

The white glutinous rice fell to the ground with a plop.

Yu Zhao was completely stunned. He subconsciously fought back, wiping the raw glutinous rice on his shoulder and throwing it at his face. He felt completely bewildered, "Are you sick?"

It's not to prevent zombies, why spread glutinous rice?

Shen Yuzhuo caught it calmly, then took out a few more and threw them at Leng Quanyi and Changli's faces. Even the two senior brothers following behind him were not spared.

The four of them fell silent...

Leng Quanyi rolled his eyes, broke a nearby tree with his bare hands, and threw it over. Shen Yuzhuo, who was on the top of the tree, dodged sideways and said to the others, "It's a good thing you weren't possessed."

It was fortunate that he arrived in time.

Yu Zhao slapped the glutinous rice in his hand at this moment, and guessed that this raw glutinous rice should be used to test whether others are possessed.

A normal person would not bring raw glutinous rice with him when he goes out. It seems that he came prepared.

Yu Zhao turned sideways and instructed his junior sister, "Gather the raw glutinous rice."

These might come in handy later.

The tracking came to an abrupt end here. The boy slowly explored the surroundings, and the last black line disappeared without a trace.

He didn't believe that the thing died with just one sword strike.

If I'm alive, I'll see ghosts. If I'm dead, I'll see ghosts.

The pair of eyes in the clouds were as deep as the sea, staring into the abyss. A large mist slowly emerged from the ground, and everyone immediately looked around vigilantly.

Yu Zhao held the Jinghong Sword in his hand, splitting a beam of light from the sky vertically, and the blade parted the clouds and mist.

When her vision gradually cleared, she was standing alone in the center of the busy city. The bustling crowd around her was all gray and white, and everyone was smiling, as if something happy had happened.

The most urgent task is to find talents first.

Yu Zhao pursed his lips, casually kicked a stone at his feet and walked forward. He walked along the street and finally stopped at a Haiyue Pavilion.

The attic is huge in layout, but its color is completely different from the gray and white surrounding it. The stone lions at the door have bright red silk hanging around their necks, and big red flowers are hung on the plaque, as if there is a big happy event.

After thinking for a moment, Yu Zhao calmed down and pushed open the red-painted door, walking in unimpeded. He first pushed open the nearest door, which was empty.

Then comes the second door...

She didn't know how long she walked or how many doors she opened, but she still couldn't find them. Just as Yu Zhao was about to continue going upstairs to search, a room in the corner caught her attention.

Yu Zhao frowned as he walked forward, realizing that there was indeed someone inside. He had poked a hole in the window paper in advance. The light in the house was a little dim, but he could vaguely see the back of a girl in wedding clothes.

It's junior sister.

Just as she was about to open the door and go in, her fingers fell on the door panel but she couldn't push it open.

Yu Zhao took a step back and was about to kick it away when he saw a big red paper figure next to his junior sister, and then...

Leng Quanyi threw herself into the arms of the paper man, hugged him with a flushed face, and wrapped him tightly around her like a dodder.

The girl was panting heavily, tears streaming down her face. With a hint of darkness in her eyes, she murmured, "Senior Sister... do you really still like me more?"

"As long as she's my senior sister, I'm willing to do anything."

The paper figurine was thrown down by the girl, and then began to undress. The loose wedding dress revealed her delicate collarbone, her slender neck was slightly sweaty, and her soft hair fell on the bed.

The candles in the room were almost extinguished.

Although she could only see part of it from her angle, Yu Zhao was stunned and slammed the door hard.

Come on, come on, come on! ! !

Don't do that while calling her out. There's nothing wrong with your sexual orientation. Having a good relationship is one thing, but this...

How dignified!

Yu Zhao felt very awkward and kicked the door hard, but the people inside didn't seem disturbed at all.

She screamed at the top of her lungs, "Junior sister, don't do anything stupid!"

No lesbianism!

Leng Quanyi in the room blinked her eyes hazily. She remembered that today was her wedding night. She expressed her feelings to her senior sister and eventually they became Taoist partners.

The Yu Zhao in front of him was gentle and beautiful, with bright red lips covered with lip balm, moist and shiny, as if tempting to taste them.

She stroked her chin, and her calloused fingers made Leng Quanyi tremble all over.

"Junior sister...it's time to rest."

In her peripheral vision, there seemed to be a familiar figure outside the door. Leng Quanyi woke up instantly and subconsciously wanted to get up.

But several black silk threads on the paper man quickly penetrated into the girl's eyebrows. The girl's head trembled, and her amber eyes became even more confused, as if covered with a layer of mist.

On the rooftop of Moon-Watching Pavilion, the man with the pointed chin sneered.

"My seven emotions and six desires are not so easy to break free from."

What is being controlled is not just the body, but the soul. Those who are under the influence of this technique will fall into the center of an emotional vortex, or pain, or the quagmire of desire.

Wait until the soul is completely absorbed by the paper man.

That person eventually became a leather jacket in his hand.